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Miz Minka said…
Great article. Merry Christmas, Scout!!!
11:38 AM
Shazza said…
Merry Christmas to your and your family Robyn!
12:32 PM
dive said…
Lovely, Robyn.
And another great piece in the Times-Reporter! Yay! Your journalism is really taking off.

I hope you're having a wonderful Christmas. Mum sends her love.
xx
3:07 PM
Lulubelle B said…
Merry Christmas, Robyn. I've always liked JT. Glad to hear your cat's on the mend. Been meaning to tell you - the Santa hat on Scout is soooo cute!

:^D
6:01 PM
Neponset River Bridge Dig said…
"make this holiday season about the gift of sharing your time and your undivided attention. Those are gifts anyone can afford".

You summed it all up right there, Robyn.

Merry Christmas from Boston to small town.
8:41 AM
Mark said…
Great Christmas memories, Robyn. It stirred a couple Christmas memories from my childhood I had forgotten. It's always good to see you in Small Town Paper.

Thanks for the song, too.
12:31 PM
savannah said…
happy day after, sugar! you are one of the best! ;) xoxo
12:58 PM
MmeBenaut said…
Amen to that Robyn.
5:11 PM
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